Bryan with a why?

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

I am at the crossroads again. I just
finished up the last shows of the last 3 month U.S. and Canadian tour
in Santa Cruz, California. Thank you everyone who helped along the
way. There are too many of you to name. I would not have been able
to do it without you. Thank you to everyone who came out to the
shows and supported live music. There is more to this than hitting
the like button. I love the hell out of you all!

In the last year, I've done 3 U.S.
tours and driven across this large country 6 times performing! I've
played every corner of the U.S. And had a very successful run of
shows for the first time in Canada!

I've been honored to open up for the
Dropkick Murphys' and Tim Barry on tour and have been building a
strong network of fans, friends, and family throughout the land. I
hope to continue this journey for many years to come. I hope to see
every inch of this earth along the way.

Having toured so much since the release
of “American Boy / American Girl” and subsequent home run
Kickstarter campaign for a van, the time has come to start working on
a new record. The wheels are in motion, so to speak. I have written
many many many songs over the years and many in the last couple of
years since ABAG. I look forward to the pre-production and recording
process and sharing them with the world. I am weighing all of my
options as to where to break ground on this next project. I have
been so many places and there are so many places I can go. I am at
the crossroads again. I guess I am just throwing this out there to
the world. I've been in the mist and I supposed clarity will come
eventually. Before tour I moved my “stuff” into a storage unit
and signed up for a PO box. This tour has been strange because I now
have no home to go back to. It's an odd feeling this gypsy status.
I'm fed and have a few bucks in my pocket and I have friends. I have
prospects and a whole bunch of creative juice to squeeze out onto the
next record. I suppose, I will listen to the waves a little while
longer and see where the signs point. I've taken a lot of chances
over the last few years and that's where life gets interesting.
Outside of the comfort zone. I'm there now. Lets make some magic
happen.

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Good morning slaves! Pay any bills yet today on your day of rest? Working
perhaps? Getting some OT? I've had some thoughts today. Forgive me,
but it happens sometimes. I've decided to spew it forth on the
internet to be ignored and or liked by the masses. Here we go
thoughts. If I offended you I'm sorry. I will try not to think or
communicate on here anymore.

Basically, the idea is to make you,
the sheep, the herd, the cattle, a slave. A slave to something. We
can't have everyone running around all free. The way I see it, the
big ones are School Loans, Mortgage, Career, Medical/Death. I'm not
even going to go into PRISON, THE WAR ON DRUGS, OR BREEDING.

Student Loans. So you go to college
because they say that's the ticket. You take on a whole bunch of
debt because you will have loads of money anyways and it will be easy
to pay off since you will be on easy street from all of the college.
Wrong. Now your way in debt for the next 10 to 20 years and the
economy sucks because of all the debt. Maybe when your done you can
buy a house and get back into debt.

Mortgage. You “buy” a home, you
go into debt for the next 40 years. When your done paying for your
home, you take out a reverse mortgage and slowly sell it back to them
for some money to buy grocery’s before you die. You die, the bank
takes your home back. Basically you rented and did all of the
repairs.

Jobs. This one is pretty obvious. I
mean you literally have a Master there telling you to do things you
don't want to do everyday for all of your adult life. How does a job
make you a slave? Do we really need to ask this question. You need
money to live, to pay off either of the 2 above debts, and you need
health insurance to avoid debt D which leads us to medical debt. If
you quit job and become free you are really screwed because you will
become a bum.

So you have avoided going to school,
buying a house, and getting a real job. Well the joke is on you
because you can not avoid getting sick at some point. A recent night
in the hospital cost me 10,000. Not that I have that kind of money
laying around, so its kind of a joke(hahahaha), but you can imagine
if you get really sick, like cancer or something and you have no
health insurance, we are talking MEGA debt, just to stay alive! No
degree, no house, no fancy title. If you die, your kids get your
debt, but since they have enslaved you for most of your adult life
anyways they really deserve it.

So, one way or the other your going
to be in debt and feel like some sort of slave. Welcome to America.
You are free. The only way I see to avoid feeling like a slave is to
just ignore this imaginary debt web they create. It makes you feel
powerless. You turn over your blood sweat and tears and labor to
some other human who is acting as your master and profiting from your
slavery. They are probably also a slave to some other entity. So
cheer up kids, debt slavery is really all in your mind. It's make
believe. Just like money. It only “is” because you agree and
say “it is”. If you let it. Freedom is also in your mind. Don't
let them take that away from you. Today, I think I will be free.

P.S. I imagine I will hear from a lot
of happy slaves content and prideful of all of their freedom in their
slavery. To you I say, Bon Apetit.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Well, I haven't blogged in quite some time. Welcome back blog world. So here I am, welcoming the hospitality of a friend outside of Atlanta. It has been quite a trip across the country once again. Tour started in California. Up the coast to the bay area in Oakland and Santa cruz. Through the desert of Arizona and New Mexico and the never ending stretch of road known at West Texas on the epic highway 10. Through miles and miles and miles of desert and cactus to rolling fields and mountains, watching the scenery change like some sort of time lapse photography where you watch the seasons change outside of your windows. Meeting new people playing new places and for the most part meeting awesome new people. I saw the alimo but did not wait in line.
I've gotten very used to crashing in the van. Really its a lot like camping. I have an app for my phone that tells me where every friendly parking lot of a notorious national department store is that I will not name. It's pretty easy in the south, as a lot of people travel through in RV's and trucks and so I just pull up with these guys, throw up my curtains, lock the doors, and jump in my sleeping bag and its lights out.
Played some shows in Texas and then Florida, where you go to the beach in february and swim and its warmer than any water in Califonia and New England but the locals think your carzy cuz its cold. In the last few days I jumped on a show in Gainesville, FL not Georgia, and then came up to Georgia to play a rehab facility. I'm telling you there is no better audience than a bunch of newly recovering addicts, some of which are still dopesick. In the next few days I have some traveling to do and some stops to make. I don't have a show until Wednesday in Richmond, VA. Next Friday I meet up with the Dropkick Murphys to open for them at the electric factory in Philly. I'm very glad I got to get on these shows. It has been an awesome reason to tour the country again. Every time I tour I don't want to stop. I'm pretty happy with my life right now and truly grateful I get to travel and see America. I hope I cam keep this ball rolling for as long as possible and continue to see the rest of the world!

Monday, May 21, 2012

I recently read a few reviews that were positive but suggested that my new album "American Boy / American Girl" was inspired by the Occupy movement. Well, I feel a strong urge to clarify. ABAG was already recorded and DONE before occupy ever happened and weeks before I even knew occupy was going on. "I See a Flag" was written in the summer of 2010! ABAG was already completely recorded in SEP of 2011. It took months to find a record label to master it and put it out, or else it would have been out in October or November.I WISH I could be so easily influenced. Then maybe I could fit in with the rest of the world. I hope to someday have the financial means to write a few songs and then immediately record them and put it out.My songwriting on that record was over the course of the previous YEARS. It comes from the mist. From the ether. It may seem influenced by the Sep/October movement because that was and is the truth for a lot of people. And P.S. If it's too political, your not political enough.

Customer ReviewsNo more flying under the radar
by nyhc_bill
Where to begin? Not my typical choice in music, but maybe that's just it. Great music can't be defined or placed in a category. The songs vary widely but all have the same masterpiece feel and a voice like no one elses. Bryan's voice couldn't be more recognizable and the heart and soul that the listener can feel is like no other. Words simply can't do this album justice...buy it this second and be glad you can say you knew who this guy was way back when before he was a mega star
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Folk Music for the 21st Century
by M. Ringo
Over the last few years there has been a group of current and former punk rock musicians trying their hand at alt. country or folk music. Bryan McPherson stands above all of them. It's amazing a kid from the streets of Dorchester, who has overcome his own personal demons, can bring an album soaked with current issues of our country and our world. These songs epitomize the Occupy movement, but were written before any of the demonstrations were held. Hopefully, some people will here these songs and feel encouraged that they are not alone in there displeasure with society and stand up, stand together to continue fighting for changes.

without a doubt one of the best albums of the year
by lorie_d
wow. bryan mcpherson's sophomore album is truly a work of art. though his sound has become more refined, his gut-wrenching grit and passion for his music is undeniable. as with his previous album, fourteen stories, bryan's lyrics are poignant and angry yet remain full of hope. the emotion and fervor of his voice coupled with his guitar and harmonica drives you to the edge of your seat creating a sense of urgency only bryan can construct. this album does not waste a second and as "me, i am anger" states, this album doesn't "get fifteen chords to explain it," nor does it need it - instead bryan's genius ability to bring a sense of candor and simplicity to complicated issues shines through. without a doubt one of my favorite albums of the year. hats off to you bryan mcpherson for yet another amazing record!

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Excited to announce my 31 day campaign for a tour worthy vehicle. Its been a long road playing shows and the time has come for more substantial touring. I need YOU. Please take a moment to check out my campaign and consider making a contribution! It would be incredibly appreciated.

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Thursday, February 2, 2012

"Bryan McPherson came onstage with only his guitar and played a brand of folk music reminiscent of the Dylan-esque intensity of the 60s with a Bruce Springsteen-like content focused on the working man and the plight of today's America. Full of passion and heart, it was obvious this wasn't just music to him, but a very personal journey through his own demons."

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

The last Boston show was a wicked good time! It started outside the club and ended off the stage on the floor. Not for nothing, but these cats out front came all the way from Philly and couldn't come in to the club due to institutional ageism. Someone also flew in from Georgia for this! So, I got all of the youtubes together that I could find and put them in one spot so we can show the rest of the world how its done. Much love for my hometown.

Saturday, December 31, 2011

In hindsight 2011 was a great year. It was not without its rough patches, but was a tremendous year of growth for me and I had a lot of exciting moments playing music! This list is just a few of them that were lucky enough to be caught on camera and my personal favorites.

5. "Don't Terrorize Me" At The Richshaw Stop San Francisco 2/20/2011.The cool thing about playing music is, if your lucky, you get to meet some of your heroes. I got the rare opportunity to play a show with Mike Dirnt from Green days other band The Frustrators. I also got to play with my now friends Bobby Joe Ebola and The Children Macnuggets, The Phenomenauts, and Kepi Ghouli. Anyways it was a blast being able to play with and hang out with these guys. Epic indeed. Number 5 is "Don't Terrorize Me". By the way, I was severely out of tune for this song, but the crowd didn't seem to mind!

4. "Poor Boy" jumpoff at Occupy Oakland, Day 2, Downtown Oakland California 10/11/11Being able to be a part of an historic movement is a rare opportunity indeed. I look back with pride at my involvement with the occupy movement. Here I was able to kick off the music at Occupy Oakland on its second day of life. Whoda thunk a massive drum and dance corps was rallying into the plaza? Hella rad.

3. "O.F.D." on the sidewalk in Boston 12/15/2011You never stop being from Boston. After having been gone for nearly a year,it was great to go home! Unfortunately the venue had to axe its 18+ age restriction and adopt a 21+, leaving some people out on the sidewalk. Naturally I had to come out and play a few tunes and as usual, someone tried to stop me. Number 3 is O.F.D!

2. "Poor Boy in Pasadena" Los Angeles County, California 9/18/2011After having driven 8 hours to play a show in Socal, I was completely ignored by the local crowd. Nobody would come inside the venue from outside smoking cigarettes. A few peeps were inside supporting me. Then the bartender turned the house music on during one of my quieter songs. For my last song I got pissed off and just jumped off stage , went outside an sang it right at them. Sometimes an audience just needs a little coaching or a dope slap :) Number 2 is Poor Boy in Pasadena.

1. "No Creed No Class No Nation", Oscar Grant Plaza, Oakland California 10/27/2011Its not every day that Michael Moore opens up for you.. well errr ahh it was an honor being able to perform after him and usher folks out ;) This was taken at what might have been the peek of Occupy Oakland, or at least the initial encampment on Oscar Grant Plaza. It really captures the vibe as well as the ever present helicopter. Its number one because it really symbolizes the year for me and takes the cake for the sheer awesomeness of what went down. Power to THE PEOPLE!

Thursday, October 13, 2011

I was looking at photo's from a lot of the occupy sites on facebook and now have tear's streaming down my face, because i feel for you and all of those out in the street's crying out for "justice for all". I want to go there with blanket's and rain gear and food for everybody, but i can not right now all i can do is donate money and I have, but that is simply not enough. I will go there and I will talk with them and support them this week end. I don't know what the future hold's, but it gives me hope when I see so many color's,ages, and gender's together fighting for what is right and just. The old timer I am sending a pic of is my new hero

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

This is what CBS/WBZ was tweeting today. Mindless, non-news worthy, tweets the day after over 100 arrests, beatings, lies, and violence on non violent protesters by the government in Boston Massachusetts and in cities across The United States.

The following is my response and an exchange with CBS Boston and with the reporter they assigned to cover Occupy Boston, a self proclaimed afficianado of food, drink,sports,and apparently at one time a struggling musician with a myspace page and 7 friends. http://www.myspace.com/stevesaleeba

Upon revisiting this conversation it becomes abundantly clear just how arrogant and condescending The Steve Dujor and CBSboston are in regards to the thoughts and concerns of citizens. He continually takes jabs at me and attempts to weasel out of them. All of this was happening while he was supposedly covering Occupy Boston. After a while I realized the "i know you are but what am I" mentality of the man, so I wrapped it up and went about my business. It is below. You do need to speak twitter to understand it. If you do not speak twitter, you need to learn. That is where the news is. It is from people like you and me. People that are there seeking the truth and passing it along. It is not coming from spoon-fed ignorant well-paid hypocrites that do the bidding of the machine.

Or maybe I'm really off base here and they are right. You be the judge. I welcome any and all comments and opinions.

PS. There will be grammatical errors, because grammar just isn't that important.

cbsboston WBZ Boston News Water problems in #Barre. Residents are being asked to conserve while town tracks leak of up 80,000 gallons a day. - @PeterWBZ

cbsboston WBZ Boston News Lost in a Danvers corn maze, person calls police. (no word on whether they were being stalked) cbsloc.al/r2vB5a

cbsboston WBZ Boston News "Applause in the newsroom! @LisaWBZ is back from maternity leave! - @PeterWBZ"

BryanMcPherson Bryan McPherson “@cbsboston: Applause in the newsroom! @LisaWBZ is back from maternity leave! - @PeterWBZ” this is what wbz is tweeting today?????????

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Well I moved down the street from an American dreamAnd oh what a scene on the media screenBecause the police shot him downHe was laying on the ground And now the whole damn town is going to burn to the groundI don't understand

I see a flag blowing in the wind

I see crystal meth, internet, placing bets on a worldwide webWith your skeleton face and hollow eyes2 more clicks before you dieAnd people lying sick in hospital bedsAnd doctors getting rich on the blood of the deadAnd the poor lie still, like wolves in the streetThey took that man down just walking a beatI don't understand

But I see a flag blowing in the wind

I'm sorry kid there ain't no more jobsFor a working class stiff living low on the hogWhy don't you get yourself to collegeGo get a degree. Go get yourself some debtI hear they're giving it away for freeBecause the banks taking your homeOn a government loan and renting to own biological clonesWith your pesticide cream and bionic fruitBunch of dancing monkeys dressed in suitsSo I run down to the bay I gotta see the ocean blueBut Gilman Street is gonna get the bootI don't understand

I see a flag burning in the wind

There ain't no easy way to end this songI ain't got no answers 'cept mountains and fogCuz I seen the buildings built and I watched them crumbleI seen a nation of braggarts stumble humbledI seen money come and goPeople live and diePeople giving upStanding up to tryAnd all I can hope for is a better todayCuz life's right now and its here I'll stayIts here I will sing and here I will prayTo a billion gods I hope they all get their waySo lets just tare it all downWe can start from scratchKeep our faces forward don't ever look backA place where everybody's clothed and everybody's fedAnd nobody's dieing from a lack of medicineI don't understandI see a flag lowered in the wind

So lets just burn all the moneyFor a currency of loveFat Mike will think its funnyFeed the children drugsBecause the crackheads line the streetsIn a giant bread lineGiving head for one more dimeAnd one more chanceAnd one more lineLets all pledge allegiance to an American lieWell I would like to pledge to lifeAnd I would like to pledge to truthAsk your questions later, first things shootCuz no motherfucker they don't need no proofThe proof is the puzzle and the puzzle is the sleuthAnd nothing's making sense except dollars and centsIt's a coup de'tat there ain't no presidentHe's a walking talking puppet just hanging from a stringSinging the songs the corporations say to singAnd you all sit there dancing and singing alongBut there's no fucking words cuz there's no fucking songHe just reads it from a screen and you take it to heartLet the fires light the night babe your lost in the darkAnd I'll be Mad max and you can be Goldie HawnWe'll start a fucking riot on the white house lawnYou better understand

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Once upon a time I knew this girl who believed in god. She believed so much that she told everyone she knew to believe in God. She even spoke for god. Then one day her friend died unexpectedly. It was a tragic event. Now, this girl I knew, ceased to believe in God. She was so convinced that there was no god that she had to tell everyone she met and everyone she knew that there was no god. I really wish this girl would make up her mind.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Yesterday I was walking around downtown Oakland. I found myself down in the lower half, where at least 27 people are going to ask you for change. I'm new around here. I don't always know where to go.

Let me back track. Yesterday morning I woke up next to sexy and I had to go home before I went to go do the work for the man. I grabbed my trusty bag and noticed that I had a pair of socks in there. I thought to myself, why are these socks in here? I do not recall putting these socks in here? I figured hey, I'll leave them. You never know when you might need a pair of socks.

Allow me to fast forward. I'm walking around downtown Oakland. The lower half, where at least 27 people are going to ask you for change and I realize I need to piss pee urinate caffeinate etc.. So I stop into this fast food restaurant of the 5 start caliber. I order my processed drink, ask where's the sink, and proceed down the lane where I meet a man. He was sitting by the bathroom door and he said to me, can you spare some change? I said no, can't help you. Then he said, Can you spare some socks? I stopped in my tracks and said, socks? He said yea socks? I said, as a matter of fact I can spare some socks. I will be right back. I went into the bathroom, handled my business, came out, reached in my bag and pulled out a pair of my finest black socks. I said here you go man. I don't know if they are clean. He said I don't care and proceeded to put the socks on under his worn shoes and busted feet. he said thanks. i said no problem. As I was walking out another man came up to me and said God damn, that dude is having one hell of a lucky day. to get a pair of socks from some stranger? I nodded and laughed and said something that I don't remember. On my way out the other dude followed and said, you sure you don't know that guy? I just smiled and laughed and said nope while holding my arms out.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Sunday, February 6, 2011

The Frustrators(featuring Mike Dirnt from Green Day) are back and doing a little California tour. I'm stoked to be on the San Francisco show. February 20th at The Rickshaw Stop Tickets available here http://www.rickshawstop.com/event/28223/

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

It was really great to be back home! I was lucky enough to play 3 awesome shows. Great Scott, Bull Mcabes, and The Midway. I got to play with a bunch of awesome solo artists and bands and am stoked those shows came together. Much love to my friends Wolves and the Radio, Jeff Rowe, Ryan the Terible for the Great Scott show. It was very awesome to come home on a Tuesday night before a blizzard and still play to a full room of VERY enthusiastic people. Goosebumps people, for real.

Thanks to Mark Lind, Mark Cannata, and David Wells for Bull Mcabes in Somerville. That place was bumpin. When I said 100 people in a 50 person bar, I meant it. Made me think that WHEN I hit it bigtime, I'm gonna book a weeks worth of shows at very small dive-bars in Boston in the middle of January! Keep it real. haha

And much thanks to Lenny Lashley and his Gang of One and The Old Edison for having me on for a few songs at a sold out Midway Cafe. I had a blast playing a few tunes and luckily did not have to go GG Allen on people (nods to lenny) Keep an eye out for these bands. A lot of these guys have records that just came out, so check em out huh!

I had a good walk around the old neighborhood I grew up in after the snow storm. It was night, but bright with the snow reflecting off of the clouds and the clouds reflecting off of the snow and the moon glowing. Down to Neponset Ave, up that really big hill by the Creamery, to the top of Hemmey Park, where we used to sled down suicide, run from cops, play basketball, and get guns pulled on us. Ahhh Dorchester :) Down past 'New Kid Danny Woods house. All of the Euro fans have gone away. Down Londsdale where the plane crashed, to Florida Street. Wheres the FSP posse these days? South bay? Up to DOT ave, past Dimitrios to Arthurs which has been Charlies for at least 20 years, but will always be Arthurs because when you had no money, but your friends did, they gave you a free slice. Past St Marks looking haunted and alone with the street lights on and the snow. Down King Street past the Courts where legendary tennisball and Street Hockey games were played, underage drinking, smoking and other illegal activities were engaged in, to Kings Corner where there were always 50 misfit kids hanging. Those were the days guys huh? Well It was a good trip back Boston. I'll be back soon! Off to San Francisco tonight for another gig.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Saturday, September 11, 2010

I am the potato chip manevery day I deliver these potato chipssome are made of potatoes some are notsome are made of mystery thingssome are made with cornsome are deep fried in stuffit bubbles and goozesome are baked in ovensthey burn people in ovens sometimes toosometimes while they are aliveI deliver the chips thoughsome are crispy unless they are stalethenthey are slightly moist and chewywhy is that?some have cheese on themno no no not cheese cheesepowdered cheeseduuuuh yea some have salt and vinegar and sour cream powder and barbecuebut not barbecued chickenbarbecue sauce powder stuffevery day I deliver these chips to stores and gas stations and super marketsevery day I go homeevery day I think about driving the truck off the bridgebut I don'tthe people need the chipsat the end of a week(really, the only day I like)i get a bunch of paper ticketswith these I like to buy some chips of my ownthe company gives me a discountthey have big fancy housesI like the cheese onessometimes I like to mix them with the barbecuesometimes I use them to cut my arm and watch myself bleedon saturday I take my kids places, mow the lawn mohawk concrete patchI'm luckylots of people would kill to be the chip manlike that guy over there drinking the listerine in his own bodily fluidsyea some say he used to deliver chips toomonday I'll go deliver the chips and start the week all over againone day I will dieand someone else will deliver the chips

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

In response to me recent blog about not wanting to work on a hill where shit was rolling down and wanting to avoid setting myself up for said shit avalanche a friend commented "Its all a hill"And then I thought "damn, he's right" The world is round. Its a giant, or small, ball. You can not exist on a ball without being on a hill. Since the world is curved the whole thing is a hill. My friend is right. Shit is unavoidable. Shit....Happens...

Monday, August 30, 2010

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Once upon a time I was a busker.I was a bad-ass motherfucker buskerCutting my teeth sharpGo play 100 gigs to your clapping friendsor hit the streets for a few days and see what you really gotI had some of my best shows ever at Park St Station and Harvard squareSometimes I wouldn't make muchSometimes I'd make a lotit all depends on your spotamplification is also keyI'm not much of a busker anymoreMy skins gotten too thinor I'm not desperate enoughI suppose I got enough validation from strangers to start playing for clapping friendsI remember long Saturdays playing for burrito moneygoing underground in the coldcoming out of porter square station in a blizzard 20 dollars richerhuffing all my gear through the snow covered streets to an apartment in Cambridge I shared with 2 roommatesI lit Harvard square on fire one nightBurnt it downI could hear the smart kids screamingmy fire hurt so muchmade 100 bucks in an hourthats not every nightthats not every timeSometimes I'd make a bucktake a beatingshit luckno meaningI played all originalsSure I guess its easy to please the masses and go out and play a bunch of covers that everyone knows and throws dollars and quarters pelting you in the head you can play freebird for that asshole walking byor play happy birthday for Mr Impressive out with his girl dropping 50 cents in your case like your a jukeboxare you a jukeboxor a joke?Get a job if you wanna do that shitI play happy birthday my own wayor I don't play it at allgo play your own shit your own way and see what people really thinksee if they listensee if they know what you meanare you an artist, a performeror both?have you ever made someone crywith your own tears transformed into notesand wordssomehow magically like some sort of soul stewOr you can go do Bonjovi songswhatever manwhatever floats your boatI find myself in Berkeley California with a handful of new songs and very little moneythe more things change the more they stay the sameFigure I'll check out the busker scenethe more things change the more they stay the sameno ampno micjust me and a guitarA few people dropped me some loot and a noda crazy lady got in my face and started yelling at me about making her cry last week. Someplace I never was and something I never did2 paralyzed homeless dudes got most of the money coming out of peoples pocketsone woman yelled from down the corridor that "I was pretty good. Keep it up" I yelled back "Thanks for the validation. I was just about to quit until you told me that"Mostly people ignored me and went about their businessas I do when I ride trainsa lot of people looked over their shoulderI made 6 bucks and a condomalmost covered costThe motherfucking BART is a goddamn ripoff I don't care what anybody sayseveryones a comedianI did get to work on my new songs without disrupting the landlordI wasn't expecting muchI know you need an amp and a mic and a mic stand and a good spot to make anythingI killed a friday night dead thoughthat night is deadso deadnot breathing, not eating, not complaining or strainingdeadI bought 3 tacos for 39 cents eachwhat a fucking dealwent home and looked for jobs on the InternetOnce upon a time I was a buskerI'm not cut out for busking anymore